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Tension Relief
“Jesus, that was intense,” Ian whispered.
A nod from Shawn and they were staring again, almost in disbelief.
Ian and Shawn were standing behind the cameras in the shadows, watching. Most of the other actors didn’t want to watch these scenes, and really, Ian couldn’t blame them. They were entirely too realistic. Michael had been doing research on electric shock and its uses for a while, and his performance was so believable that Ian shuddered into his hand. Another scream from Michael and he had to close his eyes and turn away.
He smiled thinly at Shawn and tried to leave quietly. Shawn slung his arm over Ian’s shoulders and they made their way to the guest dressing rooms in the hallway opposite the stars’ rooms. There were so many guest stars for this episode that they had to share. Shawn had smirked when Jonathan had pitched a fit and, after exchanging a glance with Ian, had volunteered to share with the older actor. It had turned out to be one of his better ideas.
As they were leaving, Ian heard the director call for the lunch break and he sighed in relief. There was entirely too much tension on the set. It was all making his head ache.
After they ate, Shawn and Ian were in their dressing room when a soft knock came at the half-open door. “You guys busy tonight?”
It was Tom. And Shawn knew what that meant.
He shook his head but his eyes didn’t leave Tom’s face. He’d thought about it, wondered if maybe there would be a repeat of the last time he’d been on the set, but, somehow, he’d known instinctively that he couldn’t ask.
Michael was standing next to him and they weren’t *touching*, but Shawn could see how close they were standing. Oh, yeah. It was exactly what he thought.
Ian smiled. His eyes squinting together as he looked up. “I’m not. What’s up?”
“Hopefully, you,” Tom said with a grin.
Michael didn’t know why he was nervous. Tom had assured him that Ian would be up for exactly what they were suggesting. Tom had modeled with him and they’d had some wild times in France…and Tom hadn’t given Mike details, but the look in his eyes had told Mike all he hadn’t wanted to know. “Just a little party at my loft,” he said quietly.
Ian just stared blankly for a second before his eyes darted to Tom and then he smiled slowly. “Oh. Ohh.” He looked over, very quickly at Shawn with a quirked eyebrow and then nodded. “I definitely think that can be arranged.”
Tom was grinning. He’d been positive Shawn would be agreeable, and about ninety percent sure that Ian would be receptive. He’d tried to explain that to Mike, but there was always a question when they asked a guest star over. No matter how many times they did. Well, there was that one time that they’d tried to invite the guy that was in Nocturne, and didn’t quite understand what was going on.
Shawn cleared his throat and asked in a small voice, “Just us, right?” He wasn’t really fond of Jesse Metcalf, and he loathed anyone that used three names like that Home Improvement asshole.
Michael nodded and Tom covered his mouth with his hand as he chuckled. “I think four is a good number,” Michael said with a smile. Shawn looked relieved.
Ian watched the interaction between the three of them before saying, “Wait. Shawn, you’ve…been to one of these parties before.” It wasn’t really a question.
Shawn nodded hesitantly and Ian bit his lip. “Do you guys do this every time you have a guest star?”
Michael looked pointedly at the dressing room across from theirs where they could hear a very loud voice. It was the room that Jonathan Taylor Thomas had claimed earlier in the week as his own – he was probably on his cell phone. He spent the entire time he wasn’t filming talking on it. “Not *every* time.” His gaze flicked back to Ian. Ian almost closed his eyes under the close scrutiny. “Only when we think someone is up for it.” His voice dropped to a barely audible level as he went on. “Are you, Ian? Up for it, I mean?”
Ian nodded as he swallowed harshly. He looked over at Tom. The grin on his old friend’s face was reassuring. But when Tom started looking at him with the same look as Michael’s, Ian felt practically naked. And Tom knew what he looked like naked.
“Eight o’clock. My loft,” Michael said as he and Tom turned away.
“I’ll be there,” Ian whispered. He glanced over at Shawn and flushed slightly when he saw the look on his face.
“I think I was one of the first ones…to attend one of Michael’s and Tom’s…parties. It was…interesting,” Shawn said hesitantly.
Ian raised his eyebrows and grinned. “Oh, I think interesting is a given.”
Shawn grinned back. “Want me to pick you up?”
Nodding, Ian agreed quickly. “I still don’t know my way around very well.”
“Great. Seven-thirty okay? You’re at that hotel three blocks over, right?”
Ian was amazed at how calmly they were making plans for the night ahead. Because for all intents and purposes, it looked to be the exact opposite of calm. He couldn’t wait.
~*~
Shawn hadn’t been to Michael’s loft before. Last time, he was still in an apartment because the series was new and they hadn’t been sure of anything. But he didn’t have any trouble finding it. The email had been waiting for him less than ten minutes after Michael and Tom had left his dressing room.
The email had been simple. It had only given directions and politely suggested that Shawn wear his glasses. Because he looked ‘sexy’ and if he was being honest, Shawn had to agree. He smirked to himself as he looked over at Ian.
Ian was nervous – Shawn could tell. It was the toe tapping and finger drumming that gave him away. It was really kind of cute.
When they stopped at the address he’d been given, Shawn turned off the car and looked over at Ian. He was staring up at the loft and licking his lips. Taking a chance, Shawn leaned over and pressed a kiss to Ian’s lips. “Ready?”
Ian nodded and they both got out of the car.
~*~
“You’re sure this is a good idea? We could have just invited Shawn. I don’t want this to be an issue.”
Michael smiled. “Tom. Seriously, I’m okay with you and Ian having a past. I don’t have exclusive rights to you now, and especially not before I’d even met you.”
Shrugging, Tom nodded. “I know. But…I… I just don’t want it to be awkward.”
He pressed a kiss to Tom’s lips. “I promise this is all going to be okay. I have a plan.”
Tom still looked skeptical, but the door rang then, and there was no turning back.
~*~
Tom couldn’t help staring at Ian while Michael calmly explained the rules. The way his blush grew was fascinating. His eyes flicked between Shawn and Ian as Michael talked and Tom had to grin. Shawn knew the rules, but Ian was new. His reaction to them was entertaining.
Ian shifted in his seat and Tom elbowed Michael in the ribs just as he got to the ‘always using condoms’ rule. Michael stopped what he was saying and looked over at Tom. Instead of letting Michael continue, Tom grinned and pulled him in for a kiss. “Look how excited you’ve made Ian. With just the rules. Imagine what we could do with a touch,” Tom whispered when he leaned in close.
Michael looked over and smiled. The looks of lust coming from both Shawn and Ian forced him to stand. “Okay. Enough with the rules.” His hands slid down Tom’s chest to the waistband of his jeans. He unbuttoned them expertly and tugged them down. When he was done, he started in on his own.
Tom’s eyes never left Michael’s hands. “Shawn,” he decided. “I seem to remember you being an excellent cocksucker. Want to come over here and prove me right?”
There was a nod and for a few seconds, Ian just stared. Shawn was just going to… He’d seen Tom’s cock before. When they’d been in France and… Shawn was just kneeling calmly before Tom and looking up at him expectantly. Ian shook his head and switched his gaze to Michael.
Shawn wasn’t really like this. He liked to be in charge, in control, but there was something about Tom and Michael that made him just do whatever they wanted him to. He had no idea what it was that gave them such control over him. But Tom asked him to suck his cock, and there he was, on his knees waiting for Tom to give some sign that he was ready. He stared at the cock in front of him. When he didn’t get what he was waiting for, because Tom’s attention was on Michael, Shawn slid his hands up Tom’s thighs and leaned closer.
A lick and all the attention he wanted was focused back on him. Tom’s large hands were balled into fists at his side and Shawn took that as encouragement and sucked as much of Tom as he could into his mouth.
Ian could only stare. His eyes darted from the live porno in front of him to Michael calmly taking his clothes off. Ian watched as Michael angled himself next to Tom, so he could still lean over and kiss him. The invitation was obvious. Michael’s hard cock jutted out before him, rising from a nesting of dark curls. Ian licked his lips and crawled over to kneel in front of Michael.
Hands smoothed through his hair, and Ian looked up to see Michael still kissing Tom, but his eyes were on Ian. With a shuddering breath, Ian wrapped one hand around Michael’s dick and opened his mouth.
Michael could hardly believe that it was as easy as it was. Excitement thrummed through him as Ian’s mouth took him in. He tore his mouth from Tom’s and had to stare. Piercing blue eyes stared up at him and that lush mouth sucked him down.
Tom groaned as Michael moved away. He finally opened his eyes and looked down. Shawn’s nimble tongue was circling the head of his cock, doing things that he absolutely loved. And he could see that Ian was giving Michael his own blowjob – he didn’t know where to look first.
There was something exciting about being fully clothed and staring up at a naked man that Shawn hadn’t thought about much. He felt in control, yet completely overwhelmed by Tom. He’d been with Tom before. Tom had fucked him all those months ago while Shawn had sucked Michael’s cock. But now…
Now Shawn was the one in control of what was happening. He slid his hands up Tom’s thighs and slid one around to cup his balls. That earned him a groan and Shawn started to suck harder. He wanted Tom to come. Shawn could feel his own cock straining in his pants, leaking against the cloth, and he needed his own release.
Michael slid his hands around Ian’s head to hold it in place. When he met with no resistance, he started to arch his hips up, fucking Ian’s mouth. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as he watched his own thick cock sliding in and out of that pretty little mouth. The moans that Ian made vibrated around him and he was so close that Michael didn’t know how much longer he was going to last.
Ian moaned as Michael fucked his mouth. The heavy stretch on his tongue and the heady scent surrounding him was pushing him close to his own orgasm. But, somehow he knew that he wouldn’t be able to come without some kind of touch to his cock, and he didn’t want to stop what he was doing to Michael for a second. He loved giving head; he loved having his mouth fucked. He felt Michael tense up and then his rhythm went all erratic.
Michael moaned out loud and squeezed his eyes shut as he came. Tension seemed to ease out of him and he slumped against the wall. Ian pulled back, panting – the harsh noise breaking through the moans next to him and Michael slid to the floor to pull Ian to him.
Tom heard Michael come. He heard the shout that Michael gave and it sent a thrill through him. He knew what Ian’s talented tongue felt like. And then Shawn’s hands were sliding behind his balls, twisting against that sensitive place and Tom couldn’t stop the moan as he spilled into the waiting mouth.
Shawn finally backed off, panting as Tom slid to the floor. Michael’s eyes were on them too, and it was like he was just waiting for them to be done before he slid out of Ian’s arms and crawled closer to Tom. He curled around Tom as they whispered things to each other that Shawn couldn’t hear.
He felt eyes on him and turned his head to find Ian staring. Shawn smiled at him before leaning over and kissing him again.
Heated and messy, Shawn kissed Ian until they were both breathless. When he pulled back, Ian’s heavily lidded gaze followed him. The flush of his cheeks, the way he bit his lip, Shawn couldn’t help it when he dragged Ian to him for another kiss.
Ian was still dressed and it was making Shawn crazy. Somehow, he’d gotten his shirt and pants undone, and now they both hung open as he rubbed against Ian. Vaguely, Shawn was aware that Michael and Tom were making out near them, but he couldn’t bring himself to pay attention because he had Ian sprawled on top of him and that seemed much more important.
Somehow, Shawn managed to get Ian’s pants open and when he got his hand down the front, Ian groaned. “Yeah, God. I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Shawn whispered. He closed his fingers around the hard cock waiting for him and, with Ian’s concentration elsewhere, twisted so that he was the one on top. With a grin down at the confused face in front of him, Shawn started to slowly jack Ian off.
Ian couldn’t think – his brain didn’t seem to be working correctly. Shawn’s hands were all over him. Especially right where he needed it most. He felt drunk, the lightheaded dizzy feeling made him groan and he pushed into Shawn’s hand without much thought.
“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck my hand, Ian.” Shawn’s litany of dirty whispers washed over him and Ian felt himself complying. Over and over, like he was fucking through clouds or heavy syrup – but without the stickiness. “Come on, Ian. Does that feel good? Need you to come, God, Ian.”
That sounded like the best idea in the world to Ian. He was so close that even without the suggestion, he wouldn’t have lasted much longer. With a strangled groan, he stilled, coming all over Shawn’s hand and himself.
Through the panting, noises started to filter in that Ian thought he should probably pay attention to. When he opened his eyes he found Michael going down on Shawn. Oh, now that was something that he could watch. With a grin directed at Tom, Ian shucked the rest of his clothing and slid over next to his former lover.
“Hey,” Tom whispered when Ian bumped into his thigh. He was mesmerized by the scene in front of him – it was like the best, most gorgeous porn imaginable.
Michael had caught Shawn by surprise. He was still recovering a little from jacking off Ian -- his eyes closed, just trying to get his breathing back under control. And he wasn’t paying any attention at all when a warm mouth had closed over his hard cock. “Oh, Jesus,” Shawn swore. Wet and slick and there was no way he was going to be able to hold out after how turned on he already was.
He looked down and slid a shaky hand across the stubble on Michael’s head and felt the arch into it and couldn’t help the small little thrust into the welcoming mouth. “Fuck,” he whispered before another thrust. A hand slid across his stomach, up to a nipple and he answered with a sharp buck. Michael groaned around his cock and that was all it took for Shawn.
A couple more quick thrusts and he was coming, the groan that left his lips was swallowed when lips suddenly covered his. His eyes flew open and, after the initial surprise, he kissed Tom back enthusiastically.
The night was just getting started.
~*~
Tom and Michael were prepared hosts: there was a bowl by the bed filled with condoms, a large bottle of lube with a hand pump on it, and a container of cleaning wipes. After the initial lust filled session, everyone was a lot more relaxed.
Michael snuggled with Shawn and watched as Ian and Tom kissed. It started out leisurely, but turned heated as the kiss went on – their tongues battled for dominance and Michael could see their chests starting to rise and fall faster. Both of their cocks started to fill and Michael heard the hitch in Shawn’s breath.
Shawn’s hand on Michael’s thigh tightened and Michael had to grin. “Like that, Shawn?”
A small nod was his answer, but Shawn didn’t take his eyes from the two very pretty men at the other end of the bed.
Michael shifted and leaned in to whisper in Shawn’s ear. “Tom likes it when we watch him. It looks like Ian does too.” Shawn shivered this time and tilted his head up for a kiss, which Michael supplied hungrily.
Across the bed, the moans grew louder and the kiss between Michael and Shawn heated up. Shawn slid his hand down Michael’s back and cupped his ass, pulling him closer. “Fuck me,” he whispered when he pulled back. “Will you, Mike? I want you to fuck me.”
Michael nodded. Of course he would fuck Shawn. That was the *point*. “Yeah,” he said breathlessly. “Hands and knees.”
Quickly, Shawn moved to do as Michael had asked. This sub part of him was something he was going to have to explore later, but at the moment, he was just going to go with it. Ian and Tom were still making out near them, and Shawn turned his head to watch as he felt slick fingers slide down his back. He couldn’t help arching into them.
A low chuckle reached his ears. “Eager for it, aren’t we, Shawn?”
Shawn didn’t reply right away. He spread his knees wider and settled lower onto his elbows. And then suddenly, there were slick fingers prodding against his hole and he had to close his eyes and moan. He’d thought about this before, and now he could hardly wait.
Anticipation coursed through Shawn and when a finger slid inside of him, he had to tell himself to relax. A deep breath, and the initial burn drifted away to be replaced by sheer pleasure. Oh, God, Michael knew exactly what he was doing. Another finger joined the first and Shawn could feel the stretch as Michael prepared him.
Michael loved how Shawn responded to his every touch. His cock twitched at the moan Shawn gave when he started to rock back into the thrusts. He didn’t waste anymore time. With a well-practiced hand, he rolled a condom onto his cock and started to push into Shawn. He started out slow, but the tight heat that surrounded him, soon left Michael gasping and pushing harder than he probably should.
It didn’t look like Shawn minded, though – he was wild beneath Michael. Shawn bucked up towards him, engulfing him completely as Michael tried to keep breathing. ‘Jesus, so hot, so freaking beautiful,’ he thought. Michael grasped onto Shawn’s hips and started to thrust. Shawn met each thrust, each twist of Michael’s hips was met with a moan or a whimper, and it was like sliding into heaven.
Michael tilted his head back and kept thrusting. At the change in angle, Shawn cursed loudly and shuddered. Determined to hold out as long as he could, Michael slowed and tried to control his breathing.
Tom had been busy making out with Ian, but when the bed started rocking and the noises from Shawn and Michael grew louder, he couldn’t help staring. He loved watching Michael fuck. He was so beautiful when he let everything go and surrendered himself to the moment. Tom grew harder as he watched.
Ian was watching Tom. He could see what was going on between the other two men out of the corner of one eye, but the look on Tom’s face left him breathless. Love and awe poured from Tom and for a few seconds, Ian felt like an intruder. But then Tom reached for him and pulled him into another kiss.
“I want to suck your cock,” Tom whispered to Ian when he pulled away. “Can I? I haven’t tasted you in so long. Please, Ian.”
Like Ian would have said no. But the little pleading at the end was nice. He nodded and twisted on the bed so he could rest back on his hands. The look on Tom’s face made Ian’s breath hitch in his throat and before he could say anything, Tom’s amazing mouth had swallowed him down.
God, Tom’s hands were everywhere. One rested on Ian’s stomach, brushing the soft sensitive skin there with every movement and the other was wrapped around Ian’s hip. Tom seemed fascinated with his hipbones. His thumb slid across them over and over and every time Ian would move them, Tom would moan, sending vibrations through his cock. It was like drowning, but Ian never wanted it to stop.
The taste of Ian sent memories flooding back through Tom’s brain – the little villa in a city that Tom couldn’t remember the name where he’d teased Ian for hours. He had brought Ian so close to orgasm that the other man would be screaming and then Tom would back off and lick across Ian’s thighs and stomach until neither of them could stand it.
Now, he didn’t have the patience for that. He wanted all of Ian immediately.
“God, don’t tease me, Tommy.”
Tom would have laughed if he could have, that he and Ian were both thinking the same thing. He flicked his tongue and swallowed, only to have Ian thrash and moan beneath him.
Ian gasped lightly and thrust deeply into Tom’s mouth, filling it with come as his orgasm finally hit him. “Jesus Christ, Tom,” Ian said with a grunt. Tom pulled back, smiling and licking his lips.
A glance over at Shawn and Michael and Tom could tell how close Michael was. His eyes were closed tightly, his teeth worried his bottom lip and sweat was pouring off of him. With a grin, Tom leaned in and swiped his hand down Michael’s chest. His eyes flew open and Michael smiled back, but his eyes were glassy and Tom knew that he was so caught up that he wasn’t thinking.
Tom slid off the bed and shifted over behind Michael. He wrapped his arms around his broad chest and pressed his body close. “So beautiful, Mike. You look fucking amazing like this, so close, so fucking close, aren’t you? I can tell. You want to come so badly… Does Shawn feel good?” Tom whispered in Michael’s ear.
Michael groaned and dropped his head onto Tom’s shoulder. He *was* close, he had no idea how he’d lasted as long as he had and with Tom behind him, there was no way he could go on much longer. “Yeah,” he whispered. He didn’t know if he was answering the right question, but it was the only thing he could think of.
Shawn was beyond control, beyond anything. Michael’s cock filled him over and over; every thrust felt like it was a live wire inside of him. So achingly good that he could hear himself continually moaning. And he really didn’t care. He needed to come, and he needed to come now.
It was almost automatic to reach for his own cock. He was so hard, it was almost painful. Another hand batted his away and Shawn opened his eyes to watch as Ian took him in hand and started to jack him off. Almost too sensitive, Shawn tried not to scream. “Please, please,” he begged, not even sure himself who or what he wanted.
Tom licked Michael’s ear and slid his hand up from stomach to chest, just to twist one of Michael’s nipples. “God, he loves it, Mike. Loves having you fuck him. You need to come, make him come so I can fuck you. I want to feel you around me.” Tom groaned at the images he was describing. “Can you feel how hard I am, Mike?” Tom thrust gently against Michael’s ass, loving the noises that he was making.
With a shout, Michael finally came. One more deep thrust into Shawn and his climax shot through his spine like an electrical current. He was still shaking when he opened his eyes. Jesus. Jesus, so amazing. He pulled out of Shawn slowly before collapsing next to him, trying not to jostle Ian, who was getting Shawn off, as he did. He figured that he mostly succeeded when he heard Shawn’s shout of pleasure as he came.
And if he was paying attention, that just left Tom. He was too exhausted to do much more than roll over onto his back, but he somehow managed to do so before shooting Tom a look.
“All talk and no action, Tom. You said you were going to fuck me. I’m waiting.” He was still out of breath a little, but Michael wanted Tom inside him.
With a growl, Tom pulled Michael to the edge of the bed and pushed two slick fingers inside of him. “Fuck,” Michael groaned at the stretch and burn. Tom knew Michael’s body, knew what he could handle, what he liked. They’d been together so long that they’d tried just about everything, and more than anything Michael loved it when Tom fucked him.
“God,” Tom whimpered. “So tight.” He pushed in a few more times before he wiped his fingers on the sheet and reached for another condom. Tom ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it on quickly before plunging deep into Michael. He echoed Michael’s groan and took a deep breath before starting to fuck him.
It was like coming home. Everything around them seemed to fade away and it all centered on how good Mike felt around him. “Yeah, Mike, yeah,” he chanted. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,”
He was vaguely aware of Ian and Shawn still near them, but he couldn’t focus on them. Only Michael, only him and it was going to be over entirely too soon. Tom whimpered at the sensations running through him and kept thrusting. Over and over, deep into Michael, loving how the muscles contracted around his cock, loving the noises that Tom made.
Michael was too worn out to come again, but he could do his damnedest to make Tom come. He arched up and tugged Tom down to him, bringing him in for a deep kiss.
Tom’s thrusts started out steady, but turned wild after only a few minutes. Heat spread through him and he shuddered as Michael clenched around him. “God,’ he groaned and dragged his mouth away, only to bury his face in Michael’s neck. Hands smoothed down his back and he whimpered as he came. “Mike, God, Mike,” he said like a prayer.
After Tom finally caught his breath, he looked up grinning. Michael’s eyes were closed, but there was a smile on his face, and Shawn and Ian were snuggling together nearby.
He had the best ideas. “I’m so glad I thought of this,” Tom said with a smile.
“You? This was my idea!”
Tom snorted and pulled Michael closer. “I don’t think that matters. I think it just matters how soon we do it again.”
“I’m local,” Shawn provided helpfully. “I can be here anytime.”
“And I’m here for at least six weeks,” Ian said with a yawn.
“Good,” Michael agreed, and shifted against Tom. He loved his job, but with all the tension on the set lately, this was the perfect relief. He was glad he’d thought of it.
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